Isabella had lost track of the time. Myriam had made her and the girls an amazing home cooked meal which they’d all appreciated, and the wine had been flowing. At some point, the wine had been replaced with hard liquor. Someone had asked where Cam’s goons worked out and they’d wound up in the gym. It had gotten all out of hand from there.
Now Isabella was laughing so hard her sides ached from it as tears streamed down her face. “Can’t,” she huffed loudly, “breathe.” She erupted into gales of laughter again as she slid off the pile of mats to the floor.
Cat and Sabine were grappling in the middle of Cam’s gym completely coated in olive oil someone had raced to get from the kitchen. They were down to their underwear and what had originally been a test of skills had turned into a tag team w
